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"I love the way you touch me, baby." His eyes are half-lidded, then I feel a flutter of extra pressure on my button.

Everything is warm and dreamy in this romantic cabin in the woods, with the crackling fire so close. It’s a truly perfect moment. His cock is so huge in my hand. It’s wild: the core of it is hard and pulsing, but the skin is soft. The more I stroke it, the more pressure reaches my clit, my heart racing as my thighs twitch. It’s arousing me just to touch him.

The sultry vibe wraps around me, pulling me under as I tremble, the shock of the climax shaking me into the blankets as Sam studies my face. "Too beautiful," he murmurs, as I gasp and shake. How can he make me feel so much with just his fingers and that seductive look in his eyes? I greedily absorb his energy, letting the orgasm rattle me to the bones.

My thumb flutters over the tip of Sam's cock, gathering several drops of moisture. The aftershocks rumble through me as my legs open wider in a clear invitation.

"Julia." His suddenly serious tone makes me lock eyes with him. I'm stunned by the raw craving there in the smoky brown depths. "Are you sure, baby?" I almost forget how to breathe as he takes his cock from my hand and drags the thick head along my wet pussy. "I'm happy to wait as long as you like.”

My head shakes. “I want you now."

The feather-light pressure of his lips against mine is so different compared to the weight of his body on top of me. The now-familiar sensation of his fingers tangling in the back of my hair accompanies a brand-new tingle as his body enters mine.

An previously undiscovered craving within me unfurls. I love this feeling of being surrounded by him. Possessed by him. A dark, sultry energy flutters through my thighs as they wrap around him. Through my hips as they shift, trying to widen, adjusting to his girth.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, nudging the first few thick inches inside me. His mouth brushes across my bottom lip as he remains still for a moment, as if catching his breath.

"Too tight?" My heel drags up his sculpted calf. "Or do you want to keep trying?"

Sam grins, his hands clenching. “I never want to stop. Just trying to move slowly."

My hips wriggle. I can't help it. It triggers something inside him, and his downward pulses become longer, deeper.

"So fucking sexy," he growls, his dreamy eyes hooded with lust. "I need to stare at those tits forever, baby. And your hips…" He grabs them in both hands, leaning back as his strokes become deeper. "Next time I'm on tour and in a hotel room all alone, I'm going to picture this."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He slides his thumb down to my clit, slowly circling as his cock gradually stretches me open. "Going to picture your perfect mouth and your sexy pussy. The way you gasp when you come. The way your nipples darken when they tighten for me."

I'm delirious with lust, staring at his broad chest as it moves in a smooth rhythm. Then I look down at the impossible sight of his massive cock disappearing inside me.

This time when his hand lifts and closes around my breast, his touch isn’t gentle. It's almost rough. His thrusts are too, as he pounds deeper. "You like that, angel?"

“Uh huh.”

He drops his head to graze his teeth against the side of my neck, then leaves a trail of little bite marks along my collarbone. "So fucking sexy that you're driving me wild, angel. Do you like that you're turning me into an animal?"

I hum in response, clutching his back, my fingers mapping out every dip of solid muscle.

"I'm supposed to be a poet for you right now," he growls. "Supposed to be romantic and dreamy, and make sure this moment fulfills every fantasy you've ever had⁠—"

"It does. You feel incredible."

“Good. Because you've turned me into a savage that can’t think of sweet words and just needs to fuck your brains out."

At this angle, the base of his shaft is rubbing against my clit with every thrust as his hands roam over my ass, my hips, my breasts, stimulating every nerve. He captures my mouth in a brutal, punishing kiss while growling, "I didn't know one could make love and fuck at the same time. But anything is possible with my angel."

Wow.

Even as his thrusts become even harder and faster, Sam manages to be romantic.

His tongue invades my mouth as we suck and lap and claw at each other. I want to pull him inside me every way I can: I've been starving for him my entire life. I've been timid and safe and controlled, meanwhile Sam is wild and exciting. And I can feel how much he cares for me with every movement, every kiss, every caress.

My stomach begins to cave as I feel that pulling, tensing sensation again. It’s even more intense this time. Gigantic. I’m going to explode or lose my mind, or both.

"Fuck," he rasps. "I can tell you're about to come, baby. Fucking hell, you're so tight. I can't believe you let me all the way in, beautiful."

Words escape me. All I can do is let out weak cries and moans, right on the edge.